Roy watched for his target as he traveled the streets, he had donned a dark blue cloak for this mission. He figured it would do him good if he had to go out in the night, there was no good as defense as simply not being there. But for now Roy threw subtlety to the wind. He drank from a large bottle of watered down alcohol as he roamed the streets, singing merely as he went. For all the world he appeared as if he was just another drunk.
He sang rather loudly, "Rye whiskey Rye whiskey Rye whiskey I cry, give me Rye whiskey or I surely will die! If the ocean were whiskey and I was a duck, then I'd dive to the bottom and drown to get drunk! Jewels when I'm hungry, and whiskey when I'm dry, Water for my thirst, and religion when I die!"
Roy firmly believed that no one ever looked twice at a drunk, especially not a loud one. He made small talk with some of the villagers and laughed heartily at any jokes they made. He made sure that he was the kind of drunk that drew in attention, but positive attention, it would do him no good to get escorted by the police somewhere.
As Roy mingled and sang and drank he kept a sharp eye out for the thief that he was supposed to be looking for. He had seen nothing as of yet, but there was another person. Someone suspicious, he didn't think that they were a thief but they seemed to be keeping an eye out just as much as he was; she even traveled with what appeared to be a wyvern, how interesting. He stumbled over to them, feigning drunkenness once more. But he made sure not to draw to much attention to the person he was investigating.
He sang rather loudly, "Rye whiskey Rye whiskey Rye whiskey I cry, give me Rye whiskey or I surely will die! If the ocean were whiskey and I was a duck, then I'd dive to the bottom and drown to get drunk! Jewels when I'm hungry, and whiskey when I'm dry, Water for my thirst, and religion when I die!"
Roy firmly believed that no one ever looked twice at a drunk, especially not a loud one. He made small talk with some of the villagers and laughed heartily at any jokes they made. He made sure that he was the kind of drunk that drew in attention, but positive attention, it would do him no good to get escorted by the police somewhere.
As Roy mingled and sang and drank he kept a sharp eye out for the thief that he was supposed to be looking for. He had seen nothing as of yet, but there was another person. Someone suspicious, he didn't think that they were a thief but they seemed to be keeping an eye out just as much as he was; she even traveled with what appeared to be a wyvern, how interesting. He stumbled over to them, feigning drunkenness once more. But he made sure not to draw to much attention to the person he was investigating.